Saturday, March 17, 2012

Dubliner cheese, southern charm, and sun-shiny thoughts

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun;And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song.And stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune;And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where legend remains.The stories of old, fill the heart and may yet come again,Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won;And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done. 
Irish Morning 

Ah, but it's fun pretendin' to be Irish on St. Paddy's day. Being Italian is pretty amazing, (ignoring the 25% Polish, naturally,) but I just can't help adoring everything Celtic. So here I am, home alone, wearing my Irish Girl at Heart shirt, reminiscing about my dear Boys (aka The High Kings,) and listening to just a tad bit of Celtic Thunder. Shhh. . .don't tell anyone. Because today is absolutely perfect--and Irish on top of it? Sun-shiny, summery. . .not even spring--summer. Folk music in my ears, bare feet, a happy puppy sleeping in the shade, and lovely thoughts in every corner of my brain. Because Lucy Maud Montgomery would have been a bosom friend--she speaks what my soul wants to say. I swoon and die and act fluffy over her stories. Oh, and on top of it all, my mom and I went to our weekly bluegrass jam last night. . .that is, we went to watch a bunch of incredible musicians--it's been our favorite "redneck" hangout for a couple of years now. There is something so special about this place, set in a big old church, friendly and Southern. . .you know, I have a place in my heart just for elderly people? Not many people understand. . .but I have an overwhelming amount of love, thinking of the bent, wrinkled lady once beautiful, newly married perhaps, with a family of her own. . .or the grey haired gentleman playing the guitar--was he once a handsome cowboy? Yeah, sentimental moment. I think this is why my puppy Nick MUST be used in therapy. Which winds back to the bluegrass jam. These are good, old-school country folk, granddad's and grandma's, a sprinkling of younger people; congregated in one place, away from the hustle-bustle of suburbia, with one mission; making music. The music passed for generations through the roots of American culture. I love it.   
As I said in my facebook status the other day: I'm a small-town-city girl longing for the country. . .it's somewhere deep in my soul. One day I'll step outside to an open world--where next door neighbors and cut-through roads don't exist--replaced by barnyard smells, fresh air, cowboys, and banjo music.
It's been a good week. A piece of St. Paddy's day pie--hey, who said Italian's couldn't celebrate St. Paddy's day? and it'll get just that much better. Oh! And the Dubliner cheese I ate earlier. Mmm. This is living. 

Since this is a mixed-up random sort of post, enjoy the video {The Fields of Athenry, Brian Dunphy} my sister took back in March, 2011. This was our 2nd High Kings concert. Can't gush about these guys enough.


  1. I love old people too. I still remember clearly the old gray-headed beggars I came across in London. I won't soon forget them. Last semester I wrote a short story for a picture of an old woman-I felt that she had a story to tell (like all old people) and I gave her one.

  2. This song happens to be my favoritest Irish ballad EVAH, and I adore the High Kings... so yep. Pretty much made my day.
    Only fifty percent Irish, but on this one day of the year I'm ignoring the rest of my heritage. :)

  3. You know all about my love for old folks, it's legendary. :-P Heheheheheheeeeee.

    I need an email. I miss my Flipsy terribly. Life is a blank. :-D

    Glad you had a good day! Here I am a quarter Irish, and didn't do anything. My bad. :-D

  4. Excellent photo with both depth and colours. I really enjoyed Dublin with a short tour 1995, it is clean and interesting culturally with religious history and because of the break with the United Kingdom. It also has fine older architecture.

    Blessings to you and family.



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